In the river I flow, fragile and void,
A paper boat that will someday be destroyed.
My dreams are waves that drift and disappear,
While the future fades away, lost in fear.

I am the echo of laughter that the wind carried,
A blurry photo of a clamor once married.
A faded picture of yesterday’s lore,
With nothing good to offer, just memories sore.

Memories embrace me like cold, heavy fog,
Each tear a verse in the dim light, a bog.
On this board, solitude plays its cruel game,
Each move leaves me lost, nothing feels the same.

I’m an incomplete chess game, doubts in my mind,
Unaccustomed to dreaming, leaving hope behind.
Without your love by my side, loss feels so deep,
A dark abyss where silent sorrows creep.

I am a fragile boat, with dreams in my sight,
To shine in the daylight, to warm up the night.
Yet even in fear, I seek a way out,
Sailing bravely, wishing for life without doubt.

The waves are uncertain, each wind brings a test,
Will I find a port where I can finally rest?
Perhaps in my blurriness, dawn will unfold,
Where solitude fades and warmth takes hold.

Waiting for moments when laughter will reign,
For time to restore what has lingered in pain.
Is fading on the edge of the soul, so grim,
Waiting won’t bring calm; rise up, do not swim!

Lift, my dear soul, let not agony stay,
Don’t let fear of tomorrow steal joy from today.
So on this journey of vitality bright,
Though peace seems elusive, keep holding on tight.

For the essence is to be, without any fight,
Sharing moments together, in love's gentle light.


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